were still standing stiff and rigid. Great Lady Holi’s vacant eyes fell upon them. If she hesitated at all, it was for less than a second.
“KILL THEM ALSO. THERE MUST BE NO TALES.”
Pudgy, middle-aged generals fell upon vigorous young soldiers. If the two guards had not been mentally paralyzed, they would undoubtedly have held their own against those unathletic officers. As it was, they were butchered within seconds.
Great Lady Holi lowered herself into Jivita’s chair. She ignored the three bodies and the pools of blood spreading across the platform.
“CALL OFF THIS INSANE ATTACK,” she commanded.
“At once, Great Lady Holi!” cried Achyuta. He glanced at one of his subordinates. An instant later, the man was scrambling down the ladder.
Reluctantly, Achyuta came to stand before the old woman. Reluctantly, for he knew that the aged figure hunched on that chair was only an old woman in form. Within that crone’s body dwelt the spirit called Link. He feared that spirit as much as he was awed by it.
“DESCRIBE THE DAMAGE.”
Achyuta did not even try to calculate the casualty figures. Link, he knew, would be utterly indifferent. Instead, he went straight to the heart of the problem.
“Without the supply fleet, we cannot take Babylon.”
He glanced toward the Euphrates. The sunset was almost gone, but the river was still well-illuminated by the multitude of burning ships.
“Under the best of circumstances, we have been set back—”
He hesitated, quailing, before summoning his courage. Link, he knew, would punish dishonesty faster than anything. In this, at least, the divine spirit was utterly unlike Jivita. Mindless rages were not Link’s way. Simply—cold, cold, cold.
He cleared his throat.
“Until next year,” he concluded.
A human would have cocked an eye, or—something. Link simply stared at Achyuta through those empty, old woman’s eyes.
“SO LONG?”
Again, he cleared his throat.
“Yes, Great Lady Holi. Until we can replace the destroyed ships, we will only have sufficient supplies to maintain the siege. There will be no chance of pressing home any attacks. And we have—”
He waved his hand helplessly, gesturing toward the invisible barrenness of the region.
“—we have no way to build ships here. They will have to be built in India, and brought here during the monsoon next year.”
Great
“KILL THEM ALSO. THERE MUST BE NO TALES.”
Pudgy, middle-aged generals fell upon vigorous young soldiers. If the two guards had not been mentally paralyzed, they would undoubtedly have held their own against those unathletic officers. As it was, they were butchered within seconds.
Great Lady Holi lowered herself into Jivita’s chair. She ignored the three bodies and the pools of blood spreading across the platform.
“CALL OFF THIS INSANE ATTACK,” she commanded.
“At once, Great Lady Holi!” cried Achyuta. He glanced at one of his subordinates. An instant later, the man was scrambling down the ladder.
Reluctantly, Achyuta came to stand before the old woman. Reluctantly, for he knew that the aged figure hunched on that chair was only an old woman in form. Within that crone’s body dwelt the spirit called Link. He feared that spirit as much as he was awed by it.
“DESCRIBE THE DAMAGE.”
Achyuta did not even try to calculate the casualty figures. Link, he knew, would be utterly indifferent. Instead, he went straight to the heart of the problem.
“Without the supply fleet, we cannot take Babylon.”
He glanced toward the Euphrates. The sunset was almost gone, but the river was still well-illuminated by the multitude of burning ships.
“Under the best of circumstances, we have been set back—”
He hesitated, quailing, before summoning his courage. Link, he knew, would punish dishonesty faster than anything. In this, at least, the divine spirit was utterly unlike Jivita. Mindless rages were not Link’s way. Simply—cold, cold, cold.
He cleared his throat.
“Until next year,” he concluded.
A human would have cocked an eye, or—something. Link simply stared at Achyuta through those empty, old woman’s eyes.
“SO LONG?”
Again, he cleared his throat.
“Yes, Great Lady Holi. Until we can replace the destroyed ships, we will only have sufficient supplies to maintain the siege. There will be no chance of pressing home any attacks. And we have—”
He waved his hand helplessly, gesturing toward the invisible barrenness of the region.
“—we have no way to build ships here. They will have to be built in India, and brought here during the monsoon next year.”
Great